How useful a playpen used to be for those times when you just wanted to sit and drink an uninterrupted cuppa, or talk face to face with someone adult for a change. They are frowned on these days, but they saved the sanity of many of the mums in my generation. You could still talk or sing to a child as they too were sitting concentrating hard on their own playing. They weren't locked way in some solitary jail, as "liberated" millenium mums are inclined to claim, and they weren't there all day, just while you had a desperately needed hot drink without being afraid they would grab it and spill it over themselves, or while you chopped vegetables for a family meal with a sharp knife and juggled boiling pans.